David felled a tree:
Which is a poetic way of saying that David smashed the Elder bush with his hurley ball (right through the fence, which IS impressive). Although Paddy Dubd was not present.
Soooooooooo, this morning I woke up and rolled over to look out the window. Even without glasses, I said, "That rain doesn't look right...." With glasses it was apparent that it was snowing, although lightly.
Which we can portray poetically as:
Hunger Dog eats Daffodils
Punk Rock Bad-Ass eats Tulip
Really, though, it's not that bad. It IS only April:
Just to show, I've been doing what the Garden Mags call 'hardscaping' that is, messing about with rocks:
That is what we call 'the pebble stream'. Here is a finished portion of hardscaping, the Stone Bench, Standing Stones, and walkway:
'Cause stone placed on stone--- is a good thing: